CoyoteOldStyle

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If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball. --Patches O'Houlihan ________________________________________ If you wear your heart on your sleeve, be sure you also wear a jacket of I don’t care. --Cheryl ________________________________________ Desire is the grassfire drinking gasoline. --Soul Coughing ________________________________________ It is in the admission of ignorance and the admission of uncertainty that there is a hope for the continuous motion of human beings in some direction that doesn't get confined, permanently blocked, as it has so many times before in various periods in the history of man. --Richard Feynman ________________________________________ On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics. --Richard Feynman

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OCTOBER 26, 2009 2:43PM

Shining Like You’re Golden

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I always think of you shining like you're golden. Photo Copyright (c) 2009 CoyoteOldStyle 

The conundrum of mothers
& daughters.

Though you are grown
And no longer need my help to walk
We cherish our time together
Close to our hearts.
(When you were a little girl
I asked you what color you were.
You always replied,
“I’m golden.”)

We battle furiously.
We whine and cringe.
You disdain my pearls of wisdom.

But we hold hands still
and bake brownies
to eat during Hugh Jackman movies
watched over and over again.
And cry at our emptiness
when we part.
I always think of you shining
like you’re golden.

 


Words and Photo Copyright © 2009  CoyoteOldStyle.  
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And she always does, and always will.

Beautiful, COS: captures parent and child (not just mother and daughter, if I may say) perfectly.
Nancy
Many times your artistry floors me. ~R~
Just beautiful. It makes me ache for what I've lost in my own life.
beautiful...now I'll always think of my sons as golden too.
Damn, now I've got a lump in my throat. This is gorgeous, and golden.
I wrote responses to all of you and the dog ate them. Well, my fumble fingers ate them. I'll try to reconstruct them and get back to you.
Pilgrim, thank you, some days we can put words to it and some days not so much.

Thanks for reading and commenting, skeletnwmn.

Chuck, that means a great deal. Thank you.

Walk Away, I hope your ache is soothed. Thank you.

Brian, I'm sure your boys are shining golden sons. Thanks.

Owl, thanks, you're very kind. I appreciate your words.
Your words always bring on the tears COS.
Daughters grow up and move away but never from our hearts.
Wow, I know I was here earlier. I must've hit the wrong button. I don't remember what I said, but I want to move into your backyard.
Beautiful, beautiful poem.
rated
Lovely Coyote...for the season rolling into Winter..
What a beautiful poem that hits home.
R~
oh, coyote.

this is just beautiful and heart-rending, both.
So sweet and true... lovely.
So sweet and true... lovely.
Enjoyed it, thanks for sharing! I hope I remember to return so I can share this with my daughters.
Well once again, you've said a heartful. I'm actually sitting in my daughter's house while she and her roomie are hosting a party outside the office door tonight (Bunko anyone? er, um, no...) but the fact that I'm here and not in my own mother's house where I rest my head most nights these days is a testament to something. I don't know what but the right side column spoke to me. On both sides. Hope you are making tons of apple pies, dumplings, preserves and all the rest in your now home. Back in FL now, missing CT.
Mission, I've missed you! Daughters are special to us aren't they? Thank you.

Michael, you were at my other post from today earlier. (I don't usually do two in one day.) The yard is just amazing. And the beers are cold.

Mical, thank you. Does some of this speak to you and your daughter, too?

Gary, some times I think we hold on to the things and the people we love so tightly, knowing that we must let go, like raking the leaves and preparing for winter.

Scanner, thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed this.
Jane, thank you. It was that kind of day today.

Marcela, most women have that double-edged relationship with their mothers, don't they? Thank you for coming by and enjoying this.

tai, thank you. I hope you do come by again. And read the other post I did today on kicking leaves. That's a mother-daughter activity for sure!

Gabby, I happen to have an apple crisp sorta thing in the oven right now. Three kinds of apples: Macoun, Cortland and Baldwin. Smells awfully good. Hope you'll come up to New England again soon. Thank you for delving into the right-hand column today.

Rich, thanks. You know what I'm saying, don't you!
Your writing is golden. I could fall into the photo and never come home.
Thanks, Zuma. When the leaves have all fallen, I'll call you and we can jump in them.

Thank you, Roy. I think she's beautiful, too.
Thank you, Monte. It's nice to see you here!